He started road-tripping early in life. Look at his gear!

If I had been like some parents who predict the future of their children based on their behaviour pattern, I would have sworn that the Younger Brat aka @RoyalEnfielder aka Vineet would go into the food/hospitality industry, or perhaps become a master chef. In fact one of my sisters did predict that.

The kid used to roll out a perfect roti and loved grating carrots for halwa – among other things – when he was three! At six he would meticulously set out the tea set insisting that we all had our tea the English way, and as he grew older, he reveled in making colourful salads and desserts, often out of the unlikeliest of ingredients and they all invariably tasted yummy!

Who could have known that he would one day become a road-trip planner, co-founding Scout My Trip? But wait. The signs that he would, were also present, only we never gave it so much thought or importance. For, he did have an unmistakable affinity towards roads and wheels too.

But then, boys usually love wheels and speed; his elder brother did too, didn’t he? Well, the long and short of it is that my instincts were rather slow to kick in, but when they did, they stayed put, even when it looked as if he might not take that road.

Rocky, the road might be, but I will keep on going #aageseright!

The tagline of Scout My Trip – #AageSeRight – suits him to the T. You will know why when you read my guest post, which is dedicated to the boy-turned-man who continues to go  #AageSeRight!

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When we had bought our first car, a Maruti 800, he was all of seven. When I drove with the kids, his elder brother sat in the front and pretended to ‘navigate’ on the Delhi roads, chattering nineteen to a dozen, while he sat at the back and went completely silent. It was as if some invisible switch had been flipped to mute his voice.

A quick glance at the rearview mirror showed his face, all serious behind his huge spectacles, gazing out of the window. We tried to draw him into conversation, but beyond monosyllables, he wasn’t interested in talking. When his father drove, the same scenario unfolded, except that I sat with him at the back. He never took his eyes off the road and wouldn’t tell us what it was that interested him – so much so that he never uttered a single word if he could help it.

Read the full post Heading #AageSeRight, since forever.